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Albino In The Snow,
Steaming Red, Left For Dead
And I’ll Wait To See If You Have A Soul.
Lost Her Glow.
Mouth Of Foam And Barely Grown
And I’ll Wait To See If You Have A Soul.
Painfully Numb’s Only Begun.
In A Few Days The Way Of One.
Crawling Towards The Heat,
Ants Inside Her Feet.
Feeling For Fire, Waiting On The Worms.
Dieing At Her Place Of Birth,
Selling Life For What It’s Worth,
And In A Few Daze Her Memory Fades.
Lost At Home, Mouth Of Foam,
An Albino Lost Her Glow,
Named From A Storm Ororo.
Lost At Home And Barely Grown.
And So I Wait To See If We Hold A Soul.

Cannibal JonesPoverty

◄ Peaceful Death

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